Been a bit of a delay, so I'm gonna try posting the next couple eps with just a couple of days between each. Anyway, here's
Episode 50
We had no problems making the next episode - Kim gave a first-hand account of Sam Shazam's little shindig along with instructions on where to catch his act. She also played parts of "I Put a Spell On You" on her sax for the subscribers, reclaimed center stage on the set and popped the Halloween decorations for her members to show the holidays were officially over. But all that business with stage tricks and illusions had given her ideas.
"I wanna be Zatanna next time."
"Unfortunately she's D.C. too", I said. "You'll be Black Widow and like it."
If only I could have liked putting together the script as much. I burst six balloons in exasperation before giving up and pretty much winging it - it seemed in keeping what with her regular writers do. At least Kim already owned a black catsuit, and not the feline kind. Adding a belt of metal discs wasn’t much work, although there was one reservation.
"I'm not dyeing my hair just for this", she said.
"You don't have to. Red's just the default color, she changes it quite a bit."
That wasn't the only thing that kept changing, as you're about to find out.
Putting something suitable in the studio was challenging. Sure, there
were balloons with an appropriate symbol, but two out of twelve in an 'Avengers' set seemed wasteful. Still, a pair on either side would be enough and that meant getting three packs in case of some accidental pops. I was sure we could think up uses for the rest of the loons. And since Lex could paint her entire body for one night Kim voluntarily backpedaled on the hair and sprayed it flaming red with the kind of party dye that would basically come out on its own even before the first wash. It added something - though I'm not sure of what. Anyway, there was no doubt she cut a striking figure covered head to toe in skintight imitation patent leather, and opening the zipper a bit of course hinted at how easy it would be to pull it down all the way.
She inflated the four required loons and spaced them out against the back wall, then lamented having killed off the spider. I said the name was symbolic anyway and had her start trying to convey a summary of the character to the camera.
"If you've only seen the movie version played by Scarlett Johansson, you're probably not aware of all the roles Black Widow has had over the decades. Created in 1964 as a foil for Iron Man, she started out as a regular scheming seductress who did very little physically and instead sent her mooks to do the dirty work. She also wore a domino mask and an outfit consisting mainly of fishnets, making her appear more like a dominatrix than a spy."
I’d wondered how dommes had usually dressed back then. It wasn’t exactly an open occupation in those days.
“She also had black hair worn in an updo, probably to emphasize her name. Anyway, it wasn’t long before she became romantically entangled with the archer Hawkeye and defected from her Soviet masters.“
Ah yes, the Cold War, when heroes were as likely to fight commies as intergalactic tyrants, somehow equaling those threats.
“All of a sudden she had considerable hand-to-hand skills and other talents suited for fieldwork. The first time readers were told her backstory she was an orphan raised by a certain Ivan Petrovich, and later trained as a spy to help her motherland. Her real name was revealed to be Natasha Romanova and she also got a more practical suit, sort of like this one.”
She indicated herself and touched her hair. “And a makeover in the coiffure department. Although her hair tends to change a lot, ostensibly to help with disguises.”
As you may understand, I copy-paste from my original scripts in these retellings but this time I can’t really do that since I only gave Kim a general list to riff around. I’m sure you’ll understand why from the following.
In short, Natasha joined the Avengers in general crimefighting, using bracelets called ‘Widow’s Bite’ since they fire electric bolts, tear gas pellets or grappling lines. The discs on the belt were variously explosives or holders for whatever the writers decided she might need at any given point. Apart from violence she was equally adept at manipulation and seduction, selecting whichever made for a more gripping read. I hadn’t been too far off guessing Marvel was closer to soap opera than their Distinguished Competition, since Natasha also had time for a complicated personal life, dating several men over the years including Matt Murdock - also known as Daredevil.
As the years passed it was getting less and less plausible having her orphaned during the siege of Stalingrad, so instead we were told she’d been handed her over to their government’s ‘Black Widow Ops’ department for training since birth, being brainwashed, given false memories and an injection of some biological serum that both slowed her aging immensely and boosted her physical abilities, giving her a greater resistance to poisons and diseases as well. Handling sidearms, knives and sniper rifles along with learning hypnotism and every martial art under the sun seemed to be standard classes, although the presenter emphasized her ballet skills as they both stuck out and interested her personally. Oh, and Nat also spent time training with and romancing the Winter Soldier – I’ll just refer you to the Captain America movie with that subtitle for more on him. Kim did the same on camera.
There was also an arranged marriage to a Soviet pilot who was then selected to become The Red Guardian – their answer to the aforementioned Captain. Naturally, Natasha was instead told he’d died. For a while she took it up with Hercules – seems Wonder Woman wasn’t the only one borrowing from Greek myths, although this guy being part of the Avengers sounded a bit contrived even for comics.
Another graduate of the Black Widow program, Yelena Belova, tried to take the title since she’d surpassed Nat’s training grades, but was convinced to try dropping the lifestyle, at least for a while. As she’s pretty much a separate character we left it at that, although it was nice to see they’d provided a backup for the role. Which turned out to not be needed, as Nat after being killed reemerged as Natasha Romanoff – a clone of Natalia Romanova (the formal spelling of Natasha’s name). It’s in situations like this alternating between versions get real confusing, and I was confused enough already. I hope you’re starting to realize why this was so agonizing to summarize.
“Huge spoiler alert”, Kim said, giving the viewers time to prepare. “All her skills don’t save her from getting killed off in the ‘Endgame’ movie, because as the token girl on the team she’s the mandatory sacrifice. While both the film and comics versions want to repent for horrible deeds in Russian service, I think dying’s a shitty way of doing it. Working hard to make amends is so much more interesting, dontcha think?”
Can’t say I felt sorry for Nat, but I did for the audience being subjected to such a horribly tired trope.
“Anyway, there’s rumors of her finally getting a solo movie, which seems a little too late. Remains to be seen if they find a way to bring her back there too or if they go the cheap ‘n easy way and make it a prequel. Not sure I ever saw one of those that didn’t suck, but one thing’s for sure – Black Widow’s hard to pin down. Hope I managed it somewhat!”
Amen to that.
With the main show done, Kim defeated the four studio balloons in hand-to-hand combat, squeezing them to death under her arms or throttling the life out of them. She even fought dirty against the last one and delivered a lethal bite. Which was all fine and dandy for the members area, but after such a lackluster episode she thought the subscribers could use something extra. Preferably including inflation of some kind.
I tilted my head at her. "So how would a spy use something inflatable? 'Portable explosions' was kinda funny but you can't pull that one twice."
Kim had evidently given that thought since she didn't waste time replying.
"Decoy dummies?"
Not shabby, the only question was in what form. We
could of course have used Inflata-Kim but she was frankly too bulky to lug around. And would take a little too long to fill up. Instead the presenter located the caricature loon Samantha had made of her.
"You really wanna use that?"
"It will just dry out and shrivel up if I keep it stashed. Besides, would feel wrong never have blown it up."
If she was willing to part with the memento I had no objections. So for the subscriber video she said that as part of her job was subterfuge and tricking the enemy it was crucial knowing how to use decoys.
"The important bit is that they're believable."
She fished out the balloon from behind her belt and inflated it with absolute confidence. The contrast between her words and the result was kinda amusing. We only had one shot with the customized loon but I'd decided we could substitute a smiley one if need be - which would be even more unconvincing and perhaps funnier.
Having blown her copy but not her cover she tied it off and taped it to the backrest of a chair.
"Perfect! Now I'll just move it in front of this window..."
She pushed the seat towards an imaginary aperture and stood back to wait. That was my cue to shine a laser pointer at it and after a few seconds I fired a pin at the target. I was pretty proud over how good a shot I'd become with the blowpipe and it was gratifying to watch the loon explode into pieces. I felt a bit like a vandal at having destroyed a Vandermeer original, but sometimes you have to sacrifice art for the art.
The spy put on a smug grin. "See? Imagine how it would have looked if that had been me."
I did, and since we'd already 'popped' Kim once I wondered if it would be funny with just her head. And couldn't stop thinking about it. But first things first - I made her do a retake with a common yellow smiley, the ten-inch grocery store variety. A pack of those was part of the props I'd stacked up on to use if needed, and we needed one now. After blowing, tying, positioning and shooting the results were in, and just as I had suspected, it looked better.
"Awful sorry, kitten, but we won't be using the first one. You can't really tell it's supposed to be you at that distance - and the other loon was hilarious."
Kim had collected the pieces of the burst portrait and was fingering them forlornly.
"So she died in vain."
"Wouldn't say that - your members will love seeing her blown up and popped. If it's any consolation, I've got a special project to compensate."
As soon as I told her Kim brightened up all the way, more than eager to try it out. She practically ran to fetch the lime tee I'd suggested while I thought the process over in my head. It would be fairly straightforward - all that remained was a suitable end. Even stupid extra material might need some resolution.
When Kimmy returned we did yet another retake, but right after the final line I shone the pointer at her forehead and then she held absolutely still while I went up and covered her head with the tee, pulled it together in the back like a makeshift hood and made a thick knot to secure it. Then I went out of frame, waited a beat and yelled "Pop!"
As agreed, Kim collapsed on the spot, rapidly sinking straight down and toppling out of sight. I was awed at her being able to do that without visual references, but then again, she's worked a bit at controlling her body. I rushed in to remove the green fabric and did my best to make her hair look presentable again. Back at the camera I made sure nothing was visible and told her to do the finish. She sprang back up into view, not acting surprised in the least.
"The best part about comics is you can pop back from
anything as long as the writers want it. Now, can someone write me a drink? Or a million bucks? Either works. Until next time!"
We reshot the perfunctory ending a couple times on general principle, and then the fun began. Together we blew up every balloon left in the bag - all ten of them - and collected them in a heap. As the quality wasn't the best Kim's second one burst in her face and I snorted in amusement. That bit me in the back when the very last one popped prematurely and stung my cheek, but I'm sure the viewers would appreciate a couple of unintended blow-to-pops. Because we naturally filmed it, like most any other preparation including inflation.
Then we took turns using them for target practice in front of the camera - the placement wouldn't matter much, just the effect, so we simply tossed them in like the world's fattest clay pigeons. That was a fun day at work. The misses, the frustration, the hits and the triumphs made it more like a game than anything else and when we were done there were shreds of yellow latex everywhere and a few pins stuck to the neutral backdrop. But since I had stuff to do asap I stuck Kim with cleanup duty and headed straight for editing.
It was surprisingly easy to key out the colored material and make Kimber lose her head - what took some time was replacing it. Not that it was any more difficult to mask and move the rubber bits to the right spot, it was selecting the best shot. Kim came in to help me decide, which actually took longer. But we finally agreed and she was overjoyed to have one of
her pops declared the winner. Fair, really, since it was her skull on the line. I did tint the yellow latex red to match her hair better, but that just looked like blood spatter and was more gruesome than amusing. So I went with pink instead and brought it back to comical.
What we ended up with wasn't a CGI masterpiece, but I still doubled over laughing. Can't help it - it's just so funny when things that shouldn't be able to explode do it anyway.
However, Kriss and Lex were horrified at their first viewing since they had no idea what would happen and seeing Kimmy offed without warning shocked them. Lexi had to grab and touch and kiss her beloved at once to make sure she was okay, but the blonde didn't seem to mind - in fact, she appeared pretty pleased at both the reaction and treatment.
The rewatch had them both in stitches, though, and Kriss stated we should pop the presenter more often.
"It's the funniest", she said, and if you've wondered what I see in her the sense of humor is right up there with the other top five thousand things.
Amazingly, the Black Widow Brigade wasn't furious but readily admitted her history was muddled, although they did try to claim the constant retcons were deliberate to keep her past mysterious. I'm not sure the writers could have done as an amazing job of that if they'd actually tried. Another, less comic-invested viewer suggested the decoy had been even better if she'd inflated her entire suit as well. I couldn't fault him as it would've meant a look at an almost naked Kimber, but wasn't too sure the material would allow it.
So Kim tried a practical experiment. She clamped off the sleeves and legs, duct taped the neck opening shut around a hollow plastic tube and covered the zipper the same way. Then she started puffing away into the tube and the shiny black surface actually filled up all the way with her breath. It didn't stay like that though - in fact, it only held its proper shape as long as she was blowing. But it was more inflatable than I'd thought, which was a point for her team. Still didn't hold a candle to the latex one she'd blown to bursting around Lex only earlier that year. Seemed like ages ago.
I declined her offer to try humping it while she kept it inflated, knowing I'd either squeeze the air out too fast to keep up or push it all into her mouth. So she suggested I'd shag
her instead, which frankly was a better idea.
Much better.
I was glad to have that script out of the way, though I'd been thoroughly compensated for my troubles. The series of pops from frustration hadn't gone unnoticed and Kim eventually came in to check.
"That bad, huh?"
"It's like no one agreed with anyone else and every writer decided to start from scratch."
She plonked herself down on the spare chair.
"Come sit on my lap. I'll cheer you up."
I straddled her and she unbuttoned my blouse before snapping the bra open. Then my nipples were lovingly sucked until I was starting to forget about the chore I'd saddled myself with. It would have been incredibly sensual if Kim hadn't decided to motorboat me with an accompanying raspberry. A really noisy one. I didn't even have time to comment before she gave me another one - and then a third in a really sensitive place.
"You
have to do that?"
"Cheered you up, didn't it?"
I couldn't deny that and pressing her lips against my shoulder she rose, picking me up in the process. I was deposited on the couch and stripped naked while Kim's lips kept treating every freshly uncovered piece of skin in the same way she'd started out. She managed to lose her own clothes as well and soon the longest, loudest parping so far rang out from my thigh.
Kim looked at me with mock accusal. "Wow, you're really letting it rip, aren't you?"
I grabbed her arm and blew hard against it. "Look who's talking."
"Oops! Better out than in!"
Then everything turned into a cross between wrestling and making out, with rude sounds created on both sides. The handling and fondling, gripping and caressing was almost more than I could take and along with lots and lots of loving licks and kisses it made for one hell of an experience. Though more like heaven. We giggled and moaned and every stupid farting noise had us laughing even harder, creating such a racket that Lex, who'd come looking for Kim, had no problems finding us.
"What are you doing?"
Kim took her face off my belly. "Cherry's all pooped from making scripts. I'm cheering her up."
"You mean
Bronx cheering her up."
"Come join us", I said. "I could use all the cheers in the world."
I'm not sure Lexi would make a good quick-change artist but she sure has the undressing bit down pat. In a matter of seconds she was as bare as us and running her tongue from my tit to Kim's mouth. After snogging her wife she kissed me too as a way to accept the invitation and then all formalities went out the window. I was mercilessly double-teamed by two pairs of eager lips and hands that made me forget every annoyance. Though it soon got kinda ticklish and I turned around to expose a less overwhelmed side, which didn't help much but opened new possibilities for the duo. Kim kissed her way down my back and as soon as I felt the first warm vibes in my buttcrack I knew she'd only waited for an opportunity.
And then she went a step further. Suddenly my ass filled up with air and as I clenched in surprise it all went back out as the genuine article, neither silent nor deadly. The delighted giggle was so sweet I instantly forgave her, though turnabout is fair play. Even by proxy.
"Lexi love, why don’t you show her how that feels?"
In a flash my brown sugar was kneeling behind her mate, and the way Kim's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped proved beyond a doubt she was getting a taste of her own medicine. The result was disappointing but its the principle that counts. Besides, I'd found it far from unpleasant myself.
"Why don't you work on the importants bits?" the blonde suggested, and Lex crawled forward to place her lips on my mound. A few kisses later she landed a raspberry on my clit and if you don't know how getting that from a professional trumpeter feels I pity you. The good vibrations more than made up for the sound which was pretty much drowned out by what Kim was doing to my upper body anyway. Her hands running all over my sides and arms added so much intimacy to the blowing and sucking I couldn't hold back for long and got noisy as fuck myself. You'd think that'd at least slow them down but noo, I had to endure it for a while longer. Which was fine by me.
"Feeling better?" Kim asked.
"Oh hell yeah. Though I think I can stand
watching it done too."
The grins they gave each other showed they couldn't wait to make this a two-player game and within seconds Kim was pinned down and once more subjected to the things we'd been doing on our own. Squirming and laughing, she gave as good as she got and what should have been a silly spectacle turned sensual and erotic by the intent. I adore seeing how much they love each other and the thorough job they were making of it was so arousing I had to jill off where I stood, grasping the back of my chair for support. I didn't care it might roll away - that'd be a problem for future Cherry. For the moment there was just sheer selfish bliss and I got all the milage I could out of it. Then I sat down to enjoy the rest of the lovely display to a gentler massage, and when everything was eventually over it would have been hard to wipe the smile off my face.
After we'd wound down and redressed I assurred my playmates I was fit to finish my job and they said they might take the opportunity to go find Kriss to see how
she'd like those tricks. I was fine with that too.
"Just don't teach her you-know-what."
"Too late", Kim said.
For some reason I wasn't in the least upset with my wife having been armed with such ideas. If anything, I got warm all over at the thought of those two getting that intimate on their own. Besides, if Krissie tried it on me I'd pay her back in person. With great interest.
On a sort of related note, let me allude to some reactions to the showdown in the dance hall - even if they as a whole were frankly unremarkable. Kriss got more cred for dressing up than winning the bout, probably since it was more unexpected. The blowoff got a lot of appreciation, of course, but that's pretty much par for the course. However, Power Crystal
had privately admitted her crimebusting method would involve literally busting criminals, and that was picked up on by someone who'd probably have a stroke if he knew Kriss' thoughts on the subject. Long story short, his ultimate fantasy was being blown to pop by Crystal Mackenzie, and according to him her superhero persona would make it
unbelievably good.
"You practically asked for it", I told her.
"I didn't know there were people
actually into that."
"Coulda asked me", Lex said. "We used to have a customer like it."
Now, I do understand client confidentiality, but since there'd been no shortage of camming stories I thought it would have been brought up by now. At least in connection with the one who wanted to see Kim blown to pop.
"Was a bit cringey", Alex explained. "Didn't want to make anyone look bad."
"How's that worse than any of the rest?"
"Well, he wanted to be... belittled. And that's one thing face to face, but..."
Kim came to the rescue. "No one's gonna know who he was. Heck,
we don't know. Was more like keyboard to keyboard anyway."
I couldn't help being curious and Kim decided a demonstration would be better than a retelling.
"This I gotta see", Kriss giggled. "Need any props?"
"Couple hoses. And you have to yell 'bang' at some point."
That sorta surprised me. "
Bang?"
"He wrote that as a cue he'd popped."
"But of course."
"I'll do one better", Kriss said and went for the required tubes.
She was gone longer than expected and came back with two hoses joined by a connector leading into what looked like a yellow 17-inch balloon. Hard to tell with the uninflated ones - heck, I have a devil of a time with ones filled to the max as well. But that wasn't the end of it. She'd also stuck a pillow inside one of Barb's old loose tees and fixed a printout of a man's face to the neck. Instantly recognizable as Mr. Tod Guernica, the artist whose acquaintance we'd made the previous year and who hadn't exactly been in vogue since his little social
faux pas. Kim laughed.
"The perfect victim!"
"Thanks", Kriss said. "I thought of blowing it up inside my own shirt but that would be more like audience participation."
"Yeah", Lex agreed. "And I'd feel like I was talking to
you. Couldn't do that. But
him? No prob."
The performers set the makeshift dummy up right in front of them with the audience - us - just to the side. Kim made sure a breath went into the balloon and let it back out after checking that folding the hose would keep it in.
"We'll act the way he wanted it, in case you're wondering."
"All the better", I said. "Let's see it."
They exhaled heavily a few times to get in character and then the blonde spoke in a different voice, the accent she'd used on cam to help become unrecognizable. The inflection was also far haughtier than what we were used to.
"Hey bro, just here to check if I left my phone while I was laughing at your porn mags. You really should hide them better. You remember Steph, of course."
"Wassup", Alex said in an island lilt. "Wow, you
are a puny one, aren't you?"
Kim nodded apologetically. "True. You're so scrawny I'm ashamed having you for a stepbrother."
Lex gave a nasty giggle. "You're right, he's such a wimp!"
Her friend brought the hoses into view. "Whaddya say we help him gain some bulk?"
"I was always a sucker for lost causes."
"Think you can be a blower too?"
"Blow
him? Never. Blow up? You're on."
"Hold still" Kim ordered and pretended to stick something towards the pillow. Where it went was up for interpretation.
"This won't take long." She drew a deep breath and blew hard into the tube, her cheeks puffing out with more force than strictly needed. Beneath the tee the balloon began to fill up.
"Wanna give it a go?" she asked and Lex took a turn, blowing the fake belly a bit bigger.
"It works!" she exclaimed. "We'll make a quarterback out of him yet."
"Or at least a quarter of a
man" Kim said and blew again, then once more.
Lex took over and made big eyes at the swelling effigy."
"Oh look, his crotch is growing too!"
"Never noticed anything there before", Kim said. "Let's see if I can make it bigger."
She huffed and puffed a few times before giving up. "Nopes. He just gets fatter."
"Fat and geeky, how cliché." Alex gave the hose a thorough blow. "But this is kinda fun! Like blowing up a big stupid balloon."
"You're right! But do you know what's even more fun than blowing balloons?
Popping balloons."
Lex gasped. "Can we? That'd be awesome!"
Kim's smile turned outright devious as she turned to their hapless victim.
"Would you like that, bro? Would you like us to inflate you until you..." - a big puff - "...
pop?"
She waited a couple of moments before going on. "That sounded like a yes to me. Didn't it?"
"Sure did", Lexi agreed.
"Go ahead then. Let's not disappoint him."
'Steph' blew again with renewed fervor, alternating breaths with the poor boy's step-sis. The latter took the tube from her lips and chuckled maliciously.
"He's getting really full, isn't he?!"
"For sure! I can hardly see him behind that tummy."
"I can hear him whining though. Pathetic."
"Sounds like squeaking. Maybe that's what it is!" Lex added some air while still looking at Kim. "But what'll we tell people?"
"His deadbeat dad's never around anyway. Bet he won't miss him."
"What about your mom?"
Kim shrugged. "Doubt she knows he exists."
Her cheeks puffed out again and Alex protested.
"Gonna finish him all by yourself?"
"Didn't think of that. Let's do it together!"
Having taken turns to this point they began to blow in unison and their disdainful scowls were probably helped by the portrait atop the inflating body. The neck of the balloon was sticking out under the shirt like a thick, inverted boner and grew longer with every dual breath. I stuck my fingers in my ears to get at least
some audience participation in and it wasn't a moment too soon. With a dull boom the oversized tee fell flat against pillow, followed by the printout folding forwards. The girls stopped blowing to crack gleeful grins.
"Where'd he go?" Lex asked.
"Dunno", Kim said. "Expected him to make an even bigger mess of his room but I guess he finally did
something right."
"You won't tell anybody, willya? I'd never live down if anyone knew I blew your brother."
"My lips are sealed if yours are. Bye, bro! Guess you won't be needing this place anymore. I think I'll make it a walk-in closet."
With that they rose and walked out laughing, getting an impressed applause in the process. I'd never known they could act this, well,
cruel. Knowing how fake it was made it even more amusing. They came back to take a bow.
"Great show", I said. "Though if I live to be a hundred I'll never get why anyone would wanna be treated like that."
"Guess it takes all kinds", Kriss shrugged. "If it was me I'd prefer a more caring treatment."
"I checked some vids", Lex said. "Found one where the girl pretended to find the victim of a steamroller accident, folded him up and took him home to help through some mouth-to-mouth. All shot in first person."
"You're kidding", I said on general principle. I didn't doubt a word.
"I'd show you if I had it. She could have placed her lips better but at least his shirt
did balloon up a whole lot."
"That sounds like a fail."
"Technical
and story-wise. Of course she blew him to burst by accident and the clip just ended. Might have worked if it had gone black at the pop but makes no sense for the poor guy to still see after exploding."
"They ever show the body?" Kriss wanted to know.
"Just flattened clothes and shoes", Kim said. "And as I recall she
rolled them, not folded."
Lex scoffed. "Tomato, potato."
Scenography mistakes aside, I kinda liked the scenario. A lot more than the one in the live performance, at least. Though if the script had been signed C. Silvers the good samaritan would have managed to blow him up properly, but far too much - so sucking some out would be necessary. Through a different mouthpiece. That way he could
both pop in her face
and have a happy ending. And with me favoring equal opportunity porn he'd blow
her in gratitude, or at the very least make clear he intended to.
Then the sexy visuals were replaced by the thought of a lifeguard giving an unconscious swimmer mouth-to-mouth, unintentionally inflating him into a human beachball and starting an improptu volleyball game. Didn't I see that in a comic once?
No matter. I shook the image away and suggested we act out the improved steamroller scene just for fun, and whaddya know, it was a
lot of fun - both being found by Lexi and watching Kriss assist Kim. She's not a bad actress
all the time.
Re: ON THE AIR with Kimber - a Blowgirls serial
But as for shaped loons of the kinds you mention, there'll soon be a good opportunity for those!
